(Emotional Story) Past Kindergarten Prologue

Sometimes I admire myself, because many small kindergarten stories are still so clear in my mind, one by one.

I would like to thank a kindergarten aunt who does not remember her name, who was the first person besides my parents and relatives to make me feel warm. Maybe the kindergartens are called teachers now? But we all called kindergarten teachers aunts at that time.

My parents said that when I was a child, I was very timid, I cried as soon as I arrived in kindergarten, and I was always sick, so I would go home. But because my parents were very busy at work, I had to send them to kindergarten too early. Perhaps because of these fears, many kindergarten stories are deeply imprinted in my mind.

Perhaps, putting my story in today's day may never happen, because everyone has a mobile phone, and it is easy to contact, but in my time, such a thing happened, maybe not unusual, but it was deeply imprinted on my heart, and even every time I felt fear, the scene of that time would be repeated in my mind.

It was an autumn day, and I vividly remembered that through the window of the kindergarten corridor, I could see the willow leaves outside being blown around by the wind, like little tigers with teeth and claws in the sky, scurrying around to scare people. But the afternoon sun, still very bright, gives people a sense of security.

School time came as scheduled, the children were all standing in the doorway waiting for their parents to come and take them home, although I did not show all my happiness in actions and words like other children, but I also had a feeling of anticipation, crowded in the nearest place to the door, looking for my parents, because I knew that they could always pick me up in the front position. But today is different, I did not see them in the crowd, I have a bad premonition, when the children are picked up 5 or 6, I will tears in the circles of my eyes, I seem to feel the feeling of the classroom empty in advance.

In this way, the children were picked up one by one, and there were only 3 or 4 children left in the classroom, and then every footstep in the corridor increased the expectation of the visitor, and the loss of expectation increased the expectation of the next time, until the only thing left in the class was me and another child, I suddenly and inexplicably prayed, as long as it was not the first to last.

But that day was destined to make me remember it for the rest of my life, because I was indeed the penultimate number one, probably not just the penultimate number one, and perhaps the record for the longest time I didn't go home after kindergarten.

Even after the last child was picked up by the parents, I still didn't cry loudly, but the tears turned from beads to rivers.

But things are far more than that, the aunt saw that I was crying sadly, so she led me out of the classroom, to the corner of the stairs, there is a seesaw at the corner, the aunt played seesaw with me, wanted me to get rid of the loss and fear, but out of the classroom I found that the original twittering, lively kindergarten, at the moment it was terriblely quiet, the whole corridor except for me and my aunt's footsteps, that is, I did not make a big sobbing sound because of crying, and there was no other sound. When my aunt saw that I was still crying, she took me in her arms, and I remember only saying something to me in a very gentle voice, and I didn't seem to listen to anything.

In this way, through the window, I watched the sunlight change from light to dark and then to red, until I couldn't see everything outside. Later, my aunt held me at the entrance of the kindergarten, and just stood and waited, and although I was very scared, I inexplicably had a relatively safe feeling.

I don't know how long I waited, in the far side of the street, there was a vague appearance of a person who drove the bicycle as a plane, running wildly, I finally let out a loud cry, and my mother got out of the car as if she had jumped off the plane, and her body kept rushing forward at the same time, but also rubbing the ground with the soles of her shoes.

My mother kept apologizing to my aunt, saying that my father thought it was my mother who picked me up today, and my mother thought that my father picked me up today, and the result was that no one came to pick me up, and both of them also worked overtime and left work late. And the aunt was soft and soft all the time, and the warm smile rippled and said that it didn't matter.

Later, my mother told me that the kindergarten was out at 3 o'clock, and when my mother picked me up, it was already 8 p.m., and the aunt was afraid of me and probably held me all the time, probably for 3 or 4 hours.

Later, just as I was about to go to college, I asked my mother to help me find the aunt and bowed deeply, and I really thanked her very much, the memory, as if the whole world was full of fear, and her embrace was the only corner that could avoid fear.

In my life, I am really lucky, every time I can meet a good teacher who changes my fate and gives me warmth at a critical moment, let's talk about it slowly later.